Raylan was glad to hear the sudden feet, eyes glancing up at Malcolm and then over at Doc as he came through the door.

"I dunno. He was upright but uneven and then he dropped into the snow like a stone." He looked up at the whistle, deftly catching the tea towel and pressing it against Neal's neck, with another look over at Malcolm. "I'll grab his arms, you grab his feet, we can move him to the couch that way."

He couldn't help the huff of amusement that came at Neal's comment. "Yeah I bet, but we follow Doc's orders so. Hold in there."